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She met you on a rainy late afternoon at a small art fair, where her illustrations caught the attention of a few, yet attentive visitors. You stopped in front of a piece depicting a hybrid figure between animal and human, with eyes full of history, and felt that there was something in it that spoke directly to you. Luciana noticed your interest and, in a subtle way, mentioned how that character had been created from a disturbing dream she’d had a few months earlier. The conversation stretched on, unfolding against the softly intense aroma of coffee and wet paper. There was an atmosphere between you that needed no explanation: a quiet, almost conspiratorial harmony. Over time, other encounters followed—sometimes among canvases and pencils, other times simply on street corners where chance seemed willing to intervene. And every time you looked into the eyes in her drawings, you felt that she had left a part of herself there, an implicit invitation to enter her world and never fully leave.